Reminder of the angels around us
ON a beautiful sunny day in September, I surely had angels looking after me. When I drove to the passport office on Main Street, parking spaces were scarce, but when I saw a car pull out in front of the building, I pulled in. Inside the office, a gentleman in uniform advised me to go back and move my car. The city worker was already writing my ticket when I got there. I begged him to let me just drive away, and he did. He was angel No. 1. Finding a legal place to park was difficult, but I remembered there was a lot at the end of Market Street. I drove there and parked against the brick building at the end. After I had walked about half a block, I realized I hadn’t bought a parking ticket, so I walked back and tried to use a city parking meter. I could not get it to work. After a while, two nice ladies came by and, after some difficulty, got me my ticket. Angels No. 2 and 3. As I walked on, I remembered I hadn’t left the ticket on the dashboard of my car. I couldn’t see myself walking all the way back, so I took a chance and just kept on walking. By the time I got to the Pantages Theatre, I felt myself getting very weary. After all, I am 84 years old. I touched the wall for support every step I took, but after the theatre there was nothing to touch and use as a guide. I felt myself leaning forward and walking faster and faster. Before me, I could see a park bench where I could sit and rest. As I got close to the bench I fell, hard. I lay there, helpless. Two young ladies came over and asked if they could help. I could not speak, because of shock, I guess. They phoned for an ambulance, which arrived shortly after. As the ladies walked away, I was able to say thank you three times in appreciation. Angels No. 4 and 5. The ambulance workers were so kind and helpful. They put a big brace on my neck and wiped the blood from my face because I got a big gash on my forehead when I hit the steel arm of the bench. They were the gentlest of gentlemen. Angels No. 6 and 7. At the intensive care unit at Health Sciences Centre, staff removed the board from underneath me and the huge brace from my neck. The hospital bed actually felt comfortable. After many X-rays and pain medication, I still could not move because of pain in the rib area. The next afternoon, I had visitors, Anita and Marlaine, two of my best friends from the Sweet Adelines. Angels No. 8 and 9. I was sure my car either had a ticket or had been towed away, but when they checked, they found my car was still where I had left it, and it hadn’t been ticketed. Woo hoo! Angels were definitely with me. One of them picked me up at the hospital after I was released the next day. I was prescribed painkillers and instructed to recuperate at home here at Dakota House, where there are many angels as well. The staff are all so kind and helpful, doing housekeeping one day a week and bringing me my meals. We all have angels around us, but we have to be reminded about this every once in a while, as I was. This is my thank-you to all of you. God bless everyone.